TWENTY
Jo looked far too cheerful for this hour of the morning. In fact, everyone looked far too cheerful. When you've worked in the Emergency Department for five night shifts in a row, 10 am is officially an ungodly hour. I needed a whole pot of coffee and another one, too, or I was going to face-plant on the table and snore into next week.
"How's work at the hospital? Getting used to people calling you doctor yet?"
I tried to focus my bleary gaze on her face, but gave up. Insufficient caffeine, sleep and...something else. Mental acuity, maybe.
"I hate ED and I don't ever want to work in one again. I think I want to specialise as a doctor who deals with sleeping disorders. Or an anaesthetist." I drank deeply and clunked the cup back to the table. A mug, not a tiny teacup.
"That bad
